04-30-2015, 01:24 PM
all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
He’s still trying to decide what is wrong with the poor white and red stallion when he aims a nip at his neck. The other fellow’s aim is a bit wobbly however, and he manages to snag a mouthful of his mane instead. Shaking his large blocky head, Shahrizai chuckles at the inebriated man as he gives him a look that is a perfect cross between amusement and disbelief. When he works his magic however, the blue stallion’s odd expression slips from his features, to be replaced by amazement. Warmth sears his throat and crawls through his veins as his brain struggles to comprehend what is happening to him. He can feel the wobbly rush of intoxication spreading through him, and he pauses to appreciate the effect on his body, slight though it is. At least, it was slight until the second shot begins to seep through him, increasing the amazing effect.
Bluidy good is right, my friend. I won’t say no to another, that’s for sure.
This is how he is to be found when the black mare approaches. When she speaks, he whips his dark gaze to her. Or rather, he tries to. He is momentarily baffled when she wobbles slightly before realization dawns. So this is why the white Irishman had been so clumsy. If he had been imbibing the stuff well before Shahrizai had come along, it’s a wonder he could stand at all. He jerks his attention back to the mare as she begins to speak, using all of his considerable powers of concentration to focus on what she is saying. A frown pulls on his dark lips as he narrows his eyes in an attempt to keep her from wavering.
Really? Nightmare? Why’s that?
When the words the Valley actually penetrate his brain, his expression brightens, a grin splitting his lips.
So you must know Librette! She’s good. She’s, uh, awesome. We’re friends. Good… good friends. Oh! And I’m Shahrigazi. Um, Shazrizi… y’know what, just call me Shah.
Bluidy good is right, my friend. I won’t say no to another, that’s for sure.
This is how he is to be found when the black mare approaches. When she speaks, he whips his dark gaze to her. Or rather, he tries to. He is momentarily baffled when she wobbles slightly before realization dawns. So this is why the white Irishman had been so clumsy. If he had been imbibing the stuff well before Shahrizai had come along, it’s a wonder he could stand at all. He jerks his attention back to the mare as she begins to speak, using all of his considerable powers of concentration to focus on what she is saying. A frown pulls on his dark lips as he narrows his eyes in an attempt to keep her from wavering.
Really? Nightmare? Why’s that?
When the words the Valley actually penetrate his brain, his expression brightens, a grin splitting his lips.
So you must know Librette! She’s good. She’s, uh, awesome. We’re friends. Good… good friends. Oh! And I’m Shahrigazi. Um, Shazrizi… y’know what, just call me Shah.
shahrizai